He’d never defied Brutus before—that had been Gordian’s job. Cassius was the good son. He hated to make his father angry, and worse, to disappoint him. He took a tentative step inside. “Father?” “Yes,” Brutus’s sonorous voice reached him. “Come in.” Brutus was leaned over, reading a scroll that w...
It was tough with the dim lighting and more than once he stopped at the base of a weather worn sign in order to make out the name. We ventured through an area of town that I hadn’t seen before. A shimmering light glowed in the distance, like a translucent sheet over an enormous bed. “What’s that?...
she muttered, feeling self-conscious. Her hand went to her mess of hair, as if patting it would make it look all right. “Why aren’t you at work?”“It’s Saturday. I get weekends off.”Oh. Katja often lost track of the days of the week. They all started and ended the same for her.“There’s coffee,” Mi...
It was her!Five years ago. The timing. How had he not put two and two together before? Oh God, what was he going to do?He flipped the toilet lid up and vomited. He twisted the sink tap on to try to cover the sound of his heaving. He slunk to the floor and wiped his mouth with toilet paper and flu...